Anna smiled. “Do you speak Russian or English?”
The man smiled back and nodded. “English.”
Anna switched to that language. “Can you take me to the Museum of the University of Athens?” That was where Lourds had told her he was.
“Of course.” The driver flipped on the meter and pulled into the flow of traffic leaving the airport.
Anna’s arm still stung from where the older woman had grabbed it during her fall inside the terminal. She rolled up the sleeve of her blouse and saw the scratch that marred her skin. She took her purse from her carryon, then located a tissue and wiped away the dot of blood, hoping it didn’t stain the blouse. She pressed the tissue against the wound to help stop the bleeding.
The woman must have been wearing a ring. That was the only thing Anna could think of that would account for the small wound. After a moment, she removed the tissue and saw that the bleeding had stopped.
All better.
She crumpled the napkin and put it inside a pocket in her purse to dispose of later. Looking out the window, she remembered other times she had visited the city. She had been to Athens eight times before. The country was so relatively close to Moscow, less than three hours by plane, that it seemed idiocy to not come down to enjoy the beaches and the islands occasionally in the summer when she could afford it.
She had told her parents about the islands, about the swimming and the historical sites and the nightlife. Her father had said he had no interest in swimming and that there were plenty of historical sites to see in Russia if he wanted to look at old things. He had refused to go even when Anna had offered to pay for everything. He had told her she was being too extravagant with her money to do such a thing.
But he hadn’t told her not to go.
She took her tablet PC from the carryon and opened up the file with her story about the Ukraine “reunification” and the coming coordinated terrorist attacks within Greece. She knew she didn’t have enough proof to put before any kind of court, and no one could try President Nevsky for anything he had done, but at least the story would make it possible for some of the right people to start asking questions and overturning stones.
President Nevsky wasn’t bulletproof. Someone, somewhere, would find a way to stop him.
And she intended to be the one to set that into motion.
Lourds sat in one of the folding chairs that had been brought in for the meeting with Anna Cherkshan. The young woman appeared tired, and she obviously had a headache, judging from the way she kept rubbing her temples.
“Are you certain you’re all right?” Marias seemed concerned as well.
Anna waved him off. “Merely a combination of not enough sleep and jetlag. Once I get this story to the media, I will rest. But for now we need to concentrate and pool our resources.” She switched her attention to Lourds. “My father had books on Alexander the Great in his personal library. I saw them. He has never had an interest in him before.”
Lourds still had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that the Russian president was behind Boris’s murder. He wanted to play devil’s advocate to shore up his own logic. “Your father may have taken an interest in Alexander the Great since you were working on the story with us.”
Anna cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled, obviously knowing what he was doing. “Oh, really? Then how do you explain the fact that my father bought those books before Professor Glukov had announced to the world that the tomb he’d found had anything to do with Alexander the Great?”
“How do you know when your father purchased those books?”
“The receipts were still in them. He keeps them to track his expenses for different accounts, and finding them later drives my mother crazy.”
Lourds grinned ruefully. Tina Metcalf used to voice the same complaint when she had been his GA. “All right.”
“My father would not have taken it upon himself to begin reading such a focused subject unless he was ordered to.” Anna paced slightly but appeared to be moving cautiously, as if she were somewhat dizzy. “The only person he answers to these days is President Nevsky. I am certain his newfound interest came from Nevsky.”
Lourds nodded.
Captain Fitrat and the two corporals listened attentively. There were no zombie remarks.
“I have a friend who is very good with computers, yes? He breaks into them on a regular basis. Very dangerous work. He is the one who got these plans on the ‘reunification.’ I had him access my father’s appointment book as well. He had his first face-to-face meeting with Nevsky at around the same time Professor Glukov was investigating the dig out in Afghanistan. He ordered the books that afternoon.”
“I see.” Lourds stroked his goatee thoughtfully. “Boris mentioned that his funding to work at the dig came through Nevsky.”
Anna took out her tablet PC and a stylus. “I did not know that. It will be one more thing I can add to the story at some point. I am certain I can verify that, no problem.” She put the tablet aside. “But I must ask you, Professor: Do you believe there is any merit to the story that Alexander’s weapons and his armor have any supernatural powers?”
Lourds shook his head. “It’s just a story.” Then he remembered how he’d read the words from the scroll to United States Vice President Elliott Webster and the man — or whatever he had truly been — had been defeated.
“It does not matter if it is true or not.” Anna looked at the men in the room. “Nevsky has his man, Linko, an FSB operative, out there looking for it, as we have plainly seen. So anyone connected to the search for the lost tomb of Alexander the Great is going to be in danger. Of this you can be certain.”
Marias tapped his journal with a pen. He’d been taking notes throughout. As Lourds remembered, the man was an excellent listener. “People — political leaders, athletes, common people — all have belief systems. They choose to believe in things outside themselves. That is why the mythology of the Greek gods and goddesses is so rich.”
Anna grinned at him and massaged her temple. “Are you so sure all of those things are myths?”
Marias smiled. “I am satisfied that they are myths and nothing more. Otherwise, why wouldn’t the gods and goddesses have manifested before now?” He sat forward in his seat. “Still, the problem remains, as you said, that Nevsky believes in the power of Alexander’s armor and weapons. One of the best ways we might undermine his current position — on a personal level — is to find those things and take custody of them.”
“I agree. I can hit Nevsky on the political front. The story I will be breaking should start an avalanche of investigations. But if that is followed up by the story of your discovery of Alexander the Great’s lost tomb, that should provide the proverbial nail in the coffin. To use a fitting analogy.”
Anna looked more sharply at Lourds and Marias. “How close do you think you are to finding the tomb?”
Lourds sighed. He hated that question, as he’d been asking himself the same thing all day. “According to Callisthenes’s scroll, Aristotle took Alexander to the Oracle of Delphi. Once he received the pronouncement he expected, he took Alexander to get the weapons.”
“Where?”
“It doesn’t say. But there is a symbol we haven’t figured out yet.” Lourds waved to Marias, who promptly brought up the symbol on the computer screen.
Anna looked at the symbol. “Where did you find this?”
“Thomas did, actually. We only just discovered it in the scroll.” Marias pulled out the Oracle scroll, as they’d started calling it, and flipped it over. “If you run your finger along the back of the papyrus, you’ll feel those raised points where Callisthenes talks about Alexander acquiring the weapons.”